A Wake

The cold dead hands of a corpse Tears hit the velvet floor Murmurs of the grieving telling tales of what has been The silence of death in a room filled with life Lies on blackened lungs Cold air on a fall dusk Tears of sorrow from blood shot eyes Relentless urges to depart from this haunted chamber Lifeless hands on a body once living My blood go cold as I bid my final farewell

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